Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS - No One Expects The Starfleet Inquisition
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Mar 27, 2026, 11:12:36 PM (4 days ago) Mar 27
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Breezeway, Harmony Shores Collaborative Resort))
De La Croix: Perhaps we should skip the remainder of the evening stroll and have the rest of this conversation some other time. Or possibly never. Never would be fine. I find I've suddenly...taken a bit ill.
Kessler: Oh no Doctor. This conversation will happen. ::beat:: Like it or not you owe the Commander an explanation.
Rox: Could you just put us in the quiet brig? And please stop shouting.
Raga: No one is shouting, and you may yet still end up in the brig.
Beck: More whining incoming.
Thess found herself leaning on Roxanne for stability as the young woman leaned right back against her. They winced in unison as the others spoke.
De La Croix: I agree entirely with her, everyone is being entirely too loud for such a...tranquil venue.
She tried to shake her head and instantly regretted it as another wave of dizziness nearly overwhelmed her.
Kessler: ::turning slightly to Rox and in a lower voice:: Krystal looks up to you and asks about you often. I would hope you will remember that you are an example to many.
Rox: ::meekly:: I'm sorry.
Raga: We all have our lapses in judgement from time to time. That being said, we are also Starfleet.
Beck: Maybe you forgot, but you're a long way from being a non-com these days, Rox.
At Rox's crestfallen expression something flared within Thess that had nothing to do with her last meal. She stepped between the suffering young woman and her squad of angry accusers, chin finally returned to its proper haughty angle.
De La Croix: The fault is mine and mine alone, gentlemen. If you want to direct your ire anywhere I suggest you look here. Ms. Queen was simply...correcting an oversight of mine. I have offered her my sincere apologies and, much to her credit, she accepted them with all the humility and grace a Starfleet officer could hope to display. I consider the matter entirely and agreeably resolved. Now then, would you like to continue pillorying us or shall we adjourn to a more private location?
Kessler: Commander, perhaps now is a good time to continue this conversation back on the ship. ::nodding to people walking nearby:: Out of the view of unwanted eyes.
Rox: Please? You might want to beam me to my quarters if you don't want a mess in the brig.
Raga: Agreed, Chief. I think these two have embarrassed themselves enough for one day. We will try and help them retain what dignity they can given their current state. If nothing else, Miss Queen. Rox. I think you owe the good doctor an apology.
Beck: Those hangovers are plenty punishment, as far as I'm concerned.
Thess threw up her hands and hmphed loudly towards the silken haired man before she turned on a heel and took Roxanne's hand in her own.
De La Croix: Fine, get your pound of flesh if you must! Roxanne, I apologize. I hold you, as both a brilliant medical practitioner and young woman, in the highest regard. The fault was mine, my behavior was abhorrent, and I am grateful you have the grace and wisdom to accept this apology.
Kessler: Aye sir.
Rox: Dr. De La Croix I am very sorry for my behavior and I hope to ::burp:: do a better job in the future.
Beck: Did something die in your mouth?
She sighed and fixed him with a particularly withering glare.
De La Croix: Leave it to you to spoil a sincere moment of compassion and accountability. Really Beckie, would it kill you to act with even half the maturity this young woman has demonstrated?!
Rox: ::annoyed:: I'm very sorry to have embarrassed the Ronin Commander. If a formal apology would help I'll type one up as soon as my vision is less blurry.
Raga: Noted and appreciated, Rox. I’m sure the locals would appreciate the accountability. ::he tapped his comm badge:: =/\= Raga to Ronin, five to beam up. =/\=
Thess sighed, nearly unable to stand. The wave of adrenaline which had carried her through the last few moments was ebbing and she felt as if she might collapse where she stood. She expressed her relief in near perfect unison with Rox.
De La Croix: Ugh thank goodness.
Rox: Ugh thank goodness.
She looked over to the young woman with the tussled hair and the soiled dress and took her hand once again, a small giggle forming on her lips as Beckie looked on in apparent horror.
Kessler: Response
Beck: Stooges.
((Transporter Room 3, Deck 9, USS Ronin))
The shimmer of the transporter was more than enough to overwhelm her already hyperstimulated senses and she found herself wobbling unpleasantly on the pad as the room arbitrarily rearranged the floors, walls and ceilings.
Rox: ::flopping down on the transporter pad:: Home sweet home.
Raga: Indeed. Please try not to make a mess on the transporter pad if you can, Rox. I’m sure the chief here would appreciate it.
Thess extended an unsteady hand to the young woman as she ignored the men clustered around them.
De La Croix: Come on dear, we'll make a quick stop by sickbay and then it's right to bed for the both of us. Unlike Beckie here I know how to administer a hypo without poisoning someone. ::She lowered her voice to a friendly whisper:: Besides, it's not like I'm going to leave a friend in this sort of company.
She tossed a glare towards the gathered assembly which could've stripped paint off the hull.
Kessler: Response
Rox: ::smiling at Thess:: Let's do this again next week, but without the fight beforehand.
Raga: Please do. I’d prefer to not have to get anymore calls about fights amongst the crew for a long time. Especially when we have a perfectly functioning Anbo-Jitsu ring. ::turning to Quentin and Jack:: As for what to do about them, I leave that up to you two. Since they’re in your department Quentin, I’m sure you and mister Kessler here can devise an appropriate punishment for when they’ve recovered?
Beck: I'll let Jack handle that one. Giving them the purge was satisfying enough for me, at least for the short term. Just make sure they're ambulatory when they report for duty.
Kessler: Response
Raga: Oh, I’m sure if the Captain has any suggestions he’ll pass them along. If nothing else I think we still have the plasma manifold toothbrush pattern saved in the replicators.
Beck: Sickbay also has a lotta biofilters that need cleaning.
Thess shook her head as she crouched down to help Roxanne back to her feet, scoffing dismissively at the implied and entirely pitiful threats.
De La Croix: Yes yes twenty lashes a piece I'm sure, or are their thumbscrews tucked away in this ships dungeon somewhere? ::She rolled her eyes and regretted it:: Just do it after we've gotten some sleep, I'm sure it'll be far more gratifying for you big strong men that way.
Kessler: Response
Beck: A match made in hell.
Thess laughed as she sagged to the cool surface of the pad and hoisted Roxanne's arm around her shoulder. She took a final parting shot at Quentin's back as he headed for the door.
De La Croix: And we all have you to thank for it, Beckie!
Kessler: Response
Thess tried and failed to lift Roxanne, falling back to the cool transporter pad with a whump. Even with the dizziness that would not release its hold on her, even with the nausea and the annoyance and the exhaustion, something deep within her felt whole in a way it had not felt in a very long time. So she giggled. She snorted. She laughed as tears rolled down her face, holding Rox in her arms as the two of them weathered the storm of miseries in a safety she'd long ago forgotten about.
[Tags/End for DLC!]
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Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a not entirely intolerable rowboat
V239509GT0
De La Croix: Perhaps we should skip the remainder of the evening stroll and have the rest of this conversation some other time. Or possibly never. Never would be fine. I find I've suddenly...taken a bit ill.
Kessler: Oh no Doctor. This conversation will happen. ::beat:: Like it or not you owe the Commander an explanation.
Rox: Could you just put us in the quiet brig? And please stop shouting.
Raga: No one is shouting, and you may yet still end up in the brig.
Beck: More whining incoming.
Thess found herself leaning on Roxanne for stability as the young woman leaned right back against her. They winced in unison as the others spoke.
De La Croix: I agree entirely with her, everyone is being entirely too loud for such a...tranquil venue.
She tried to shake her head and instantly regretted it as another wave of dizziness nearly overwhelmed her.
Kessler: ::turning slightly to Rox and in a lower voice:: Krystal looks up to you and asks about you often. I would hope you will remember that you are an example to many.
Rox: ::meekly:: I'm sorry.
Raga: We all have our lapses in judgement from time to time. That being said, we are also Starfleet.
Beck: Maybe you forgot, but you're a long way from being a non-com these days, Rox.
At Rox's crestfallen expression something flared within Thess that had nothing to do with her last meal. She stepped between the suffering young woman and her squad of angry accusers, chin finally returned to its proper haughty angle.
De La Croix: The fault is mine and mine alone, gentlemen. If you want to direct your ire anywhere I suggest you look here. Ms. Queen was simply...correcting an oversight of mine. I have offered her my sincere apologies and, much to her credit, she accepted them with all the humility and grace a Starfleet officer could hope to display. I consider the matter entirely and agreeably resolved. Now then, would you like to continue pillorying us or shall we adjourn to a more private location?
Kessler: Commander, perhaps now is a good time to continue this conversation back on the ship. ::nodding to people walking nearby:: Out of the view of unwanted eyes.
Rox: Please? You might want to beam me to my quarters if you don't want a mess in the brig.
Raga: Agreed, Chief. I think these two have embarrassed themselves enough for one day. We will try and help them retain what dignity they can given their current state. If nothing else, Miss Queen. Rox. I think you owe the good doctor an apology.
Beck: Those hangovers are plenty punishment, as far as I'm concerned.
Thess threw up her hands and hmphed loudly towards the silken haired man before she turned on a heel and took Roxanne's hand in her own.
De La Croix: Fine, get your pound of flesh if you must! Roxanne, I apologize. I hold you, as both a brilliant medical practitioner and young woman, in the highest regard. The fault was mine, my behavior was abhorrent, and I am grateful you have the grace and wisdom to accept this apology.
Kessler: Aye sir.
Rox: Dr. De La Croix I am very sorry for my behavior and I hope to ::burp:: do a better job in the future.
Beck: Did something die in your mouth?
She sighed and fixed him with a particularly withering glare.
De La Croix: Leave it to you to spoil a sincere moment of compassion and accountability. Really Beckie, would it kill you to act with even half the maturity this young woman has demonstrated?!
Rox: ::annoyed:: I'm very sorry to have embarrassed the Ronin Commander. If a formal apology would help I'll type one up as soon as my vision is less blurry.
Raga: Noted and appreciated, Rox. I’m sure the locals would appreciate the accountability. ::he tapped his comm badge:: =/\= Raga to Ronin, five to beam up. =/\=
Thess sighed, nearly unable to stand. The wave of adrenaline which had carried her through the last few moments was ebbing and she felt as if she might collapse where she stood. She expressed her relief in near perfect unison with Rox.
De La Croix: Ugh thank goodness.
Rox: Ugh thank goodness.
She looked over to the young woman with the tussled hair and the soiled dress and took her hand once again, a small giggle forming on her lips as Beckie looked on in apparent horror.
Kessler: Response
Beck: Stooges.
((Transporter Room 3, Deck 9, USS Ronin))
The shimmer of the transporter was more than enough to overwhelm her already hyperstimulated senses and she found herself wobbling unpleasantly on the pad as the room arbitrarily rearranged the floors, walls and ceilings.
Rox: ::flopping down on the transporter pad:: Home sweet home.
Raga: Indeed. Please try not to make a mess on the transporter pad if you can, Rox. I’m sure the chief here would appreciate it.
Thess extended an unsteady hand to the young woman as she ignored the men clustered around them.
De La Croix: Come on dear, we'll make a quick stop by sickbay and then it's right to bed for the both of us. Unlike Beckie here I know how to administer a hypo without poisoning someone. ::She lowered her voice to a friendly whisper:: Besides, it's not like I'm going to leave a friend in this sort of company.
She tossed a glare towards the gathered assembly which could've stripped paint off the hull.
Kessler: Response
Rox: ::smiling at Thess:: Let's do this again next week, but without the fight beforehand.
Raga: Please do. I’d prefer to not have to get anymore calls about fights amongst the crew for a long time. Especially when we have a perfectly functioning Anbo-Jitsu ring. ::turning to Quentin and Jack:: As for what to do about them, I leave that up to you two. Since they’re in your department Quentin, I’m sure you and mister Kessler here can devise an appropriate punishment for when they’ve recovered?
Beck: I'll let Jack handle that one. Giving them the purge was satisfying enough for me, at least for the short term. Just make sure they're ambulatory when they report for duty.
Kessler: Response
Raga: Oh, I’m sure if the Captain has any suggestions he’ll pass them along. If nothing else I think we still have the plasma manifold toothbrush pattern saved in the replicators.
Beck: Sickbay also has a lotta biofilters that need cleaning.
Thess shook her head as she crouched down to help Roxanne back to her feet, scoffing dismissively at the implied and entirely pitiful threats.
De La Croix: Yes yes twenty lashes a piece I'm sure, or are their thumbscrews tucked away in this ships dungeon somewhere? ::She rolled her eyes and regretted it:: Just do it after we've gotten some sleep, I'm sure it'll be far more gratifying for you big strong men that way.
Kessler: Response
Beck: A match made in hell.
Thess laughed as she sagged to the cool surface of the pad and hoisted Roxanne's arm around her shoulder. She took a final parting shot at Quentin's back as he headed for the door.
De La Croix: And we all have you to thank for it, Beckie!
Kessler: Response
Thess tried and failed to lift Roxanne, falling back to the cool transporter pad with a whump. Even with the dizziness that would not release its hold on her, even with the nausea and the annoyance and the exhaustion, something deep within her felt whole in a way it had not felt in a very long time. So she giggled. She snorted. She laughed as tears rolled down her face, holding Rox in her arms as the two of them weathered the storm of miseries in a safety she'd long ago forgotten about.
[Tags/End for DLC!]
======================================
Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a not entirely intolerable rowboat
V239509GT0
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